alone again
as a child he always thought
he wanted to be a lighthouse keeper
when the candle for a shepherd piffed out
when the fish were no longer taking the bait
and the rabbit gun no longer the company it was
across the heathland in the sun above the mist
time was he thought he had time to decide when
suddenly the answer no longer fitted the question
although the wild places were still calling
the misty way still beckoning far away
the tiny pebble with a kiss inside
warm fumbling in his pocket
somewhere
down the back of his neck
way down behind his heart
there was an unopened room
the key at the end of a paper chase
of pay slips and mortgage statements
now in the shallowing breaths of time
as his arms stretched his fingers could
could could almost reach that key
but no one cheered him on
not even his desperate tears
could percolate into that room
not one sunbeam escaped
at no time was time alone
allowed to be just
alone
when the lost sheep bleated
the lighthouse still flashed
baleful baleful baleful
were the words
to his mind
if only one moment
inside that room
were allowed
then maybe he
could make sense of this finality
when finally was finally allowed to be
all alone
as he was meant to be
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